“Of course, I slew the dragon great
But first, ran him ‘round his cave”
And so I say, expression grave
My audience rapt, the hour late
“’Twas nothing done by hand of fate
And nor did help I crave”
I take a moment to look around
All the bright young faces
Had, of doubt, no traces
I forge on, none make a sound
My little tale would soon astound
And put them in their places!
“The dragon, you see, had been quite bad.
He snuck cookies all the time
On the furniture, he did climb
Oh, he did make his mother mad!
But when she went to dear old dad
He said he didn’t mind.”
“She didn’t quite know what to do
And so she came to me
(I was a friend of the family)
And asked for help long overdue
(I owed her a favor or two)
So I really couldn’t disagree”
I paused to think the next part up.
“And so I came, with sword in hand,
Though using it wasn’t really planned.
I yelled ‘Where is this little pup?
Here I’ve come to rough him up!’
(His mum laughing so hard, she could hardly stand)”
“He stepped out, quite afraid
Said, ‘Please! I’ll be good!
I’ll do everything I should’
I glared and sheathed my mighty blade
And said if his mom was not obeyed
That I would be back, you bet I would!”
I grinned and spread my arms out wide
One child raised his hand
And said, “Now, that was grand…
But that dragon never died
And I don’t think you even tried
To rid the giant lizard from this land.”
I blinked, then let out a laugh
And said, “You’ve got me there
But to this, I swear:
If you’re bad, I’ll grab my sword and staff
Set you straight, on your mother’s behalf!”
But I know, not one was scared